the mind of a wallflower: short story compilation

A friendship to die for.

I haven't wriiten much lately, this is a practice run! So I could update awesomely later!!!!!

hope you enjoy!!

______________________________________________________________________________

Yeah, Im back... the poor unfortunate girl who can't find anyone to love her.

I know your tired of this but you can't do anything much about it can't you?

yeah I know, its kind of pointless pointing it out and Im sorry,

God's you must be turning into your grave at the moment.

It's been what? 4 years...

and I can still remember how we met. Man that was an awesome story

Oh, I forgot to tell you. the weather is perfect today. Yep, that's right its about to rain.

We both loved the rain. it;s how we met remember?

Well it's how I met you. 

You looked so weird back then, I know. I know. I should talk, seeing how fucked up I was. but then again we both were. the only problem was, I was alive while you... 

well....

you were dead.

but that didnt stopped us, didn't it?

It was raining hard that day,  I was running in the cold, my bare feet scraping against the mud and the rocks. it was twilight, the horizon was covered with purple clouds,  I can feel them following me, their shoes squelching in the mud.   I was  bruised all over, My mouth was dripping with my own saliva and blood. I ran blindly following the beaten trail. I could here them coming closer my breath was starting to come in shallow gasps and just when I thought I could bear it no longer.

I slipped.

I fell into a large thorny bush and into a muddy ditch....

Shock stopped me from screaming in surprise, I leaned my head against the decaying trunk. I feel like Im in hell, and the hounds are about to catch up on me.

That's where I saw you, and I knew you were just like me. you were half buried in the earth, your body has not been corrupted yet. your eyes were blank and staring, your mouth frozen in a silent scream, you were staring at me at that dark hollow ditch as if your telling me that I have a chance not to become like you.

I saw the knife stuck between your chest, it was still gleaming. and I pulled it out of your body with the promise that I will use it as it was used against you.

I waited in the shadows for my captors. I hear their gruff voices whispering to each other, cursing me, and plotting ways to hurt me further. I swallowed my anger, letting it concentrate in toxic amounts into the core of my being, eradicating my conscience.

I heard one of them approach my hiding place. I shrank further waiting for an opportunity.

He had his back against me, I saw his gun firmly held in his right hand. I can smell his putrid breath, the stench of cheap alcohol and cigarettes I saw his sweaty neck and I knew my chance had come, I inched closer. and in one swift movement. i slit his throat.

It was not perfect, it was not complete. but as I felt the blood stain my body and the soft thud of his corpse beside me I knew I had succeeded.

I gazed at his nearly headless body as I bent down to retrieve the gun and I  spat on him. I dragged his body away and wrenched his head free. I used a stick to  skewer his head in.

I unleashed the Jigsaw in me. The one identity that I always locked up in chains. All the years of avoiding watching anything that might trigger his release had all been wasted because he is now in control and I enjoyed it.

I heard their voices calling to their friend, I moved quickly in the opposite direction. 

I saw them near the body, I acted quickly.

I wanted to show them how fear really tastes like.

I ran as loudly as I could making enough noise for them to chase me. 

it was not easy, as I had a head dragging my speed. but I managed. I climbed up a tree which had hanging vines that serve to my purpose.

A while later I heard them below me, calling my name. I smiled silently and dropped the head infront of them.

They cursed as they saw their comrade's head dangling from a vine upside down and on a stick.

They looked up on me on the tree. I was standing there with my left hand holding your knife which was stuck on the tree, I smiled at them and raised the gun,

I fired two warning shots. into their heads.......

And Now Im here, because I can't handle it anymore.  because everything has never been the same again, because I am wanted for murder. A murder I committed because of my will to survive. 

but that will has just been drained out of me.

oh, don't worry. I already dug my grave besides you don't need to worry whose going to bury me. in fact as im talking to you Im already burying myself. my life blood staining the earth as rain washes it down. Who knows we might see each other soon

 wether in heaven or hell I don't know.

I guess we'll just have to find out.